The shadows gather in this room.

My dread grows
as the dagger of your words
falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me,
and darkly my essence drips
to the wicked earth that is my visal.

In agony I hang my head
while pain’s shadow hovers closely.

Now alone, In silence
my supplication falls upon blind eyes.

No one can hear my cries,
for this is my doom,
a phantom pain.